JUNE 5, 2014 Writing 101, Day Four: Write about a loss. The twist: make this the first post in a three-post series.

Write about a loss something (or someone) that was part of your life and isn’t any more. Today’s twist: Make today’s post the first in a three-post series.


By John Yeo

 The forest stretched for miles, a sea of pine trees with thick undergrowth. There was a large variety of wildlife in the forest and my wife and I would ramble for hours, just enjoying the sensation of the natural world. The birds fluttering and calling in the tree tops with squirrels scrambling up tree trunks in their haste to get away from the intrusive humans. Many times we have been caught in a shower or a storm and exactly against the universal advice we took shelter under a tree. The woodland flowers were colourful, blooming in profusion during their season, and we would enjoy wandering through stretches of ferns into the forest. One day we spotted a faun, shyly strolling along a woodland path through the trees, we quickly followed this beautiful little animal for a long way into the depths of the forest.

 Suddenly we realised we were lost, hopelessly, totally lost. We pressed on hoping to come to an inhabited property where we could get our bearings and some directions back to where we had started our ramble. We came upon a clearing with a pretty little cottage and knocked hard to alert the inhabitants of our arrival. There was no response to our urgent knocking and we entered the little house to explore. Inside we found a large amount of blood, all over the place, some dried up and to our dismay what looked like a puddle of fresh blood. We assumed that an animal had been slaughtered and put the whole thing out of our minds for a minute. We then went through into the back yard, where there was freshly disturbed earth with mounds of earth piled every where, My wife, Margaret nervously remarked that they looked like a series of graves.???????????????????

  Then there was a noise as a large animal or a man was heard crashing and running through the forest~~~~

Copyright (c) Written by John Yeo


JUNE 2, 2014 Writing 101, Day One: Unlock the Mind

To get started, let’s loosen up. Let’s unlock the mind. Today, take twenty minutes to free write. And don’t think about what you’ll write. Just write.Keep typing (or scribbling, if you prefer to handwrite for this exercise) until your twenty minutes are up. It doesn’t matter if what you write is incomplete, or nonsense, or not worthy of the “Publish” button. And for your first twist? Publish this stream-of-consciousness post on your blog.


The basic feeling I get when I am confronted by a writing challenge, is how to put the words to match, into some semblance of order that will make sense and have some relevance to the prompt. I sometimes find this quite difficult, I  have an overall picture of what I want to write but I have to try really hard to unlock my mind to get a semblance of what I want to say. There are many subjects I can play with in my experience as I am pretty well-read and I can usually conjure something to match the prompt out of the inner recesses of my mind.

 I am actually looking forward to this Word Press, daily post challenge and I hope to find time in the next 20 days to keep up with the prompts and publish something on a daily basis. This is the first time I have participated in this sort of writing challenge and I hope to improve my blogging skills, by comparison and meeting other writers on-line.

 There many areas of thought that I would like to explore as I write poetry and I am quite literate. I love reading many forms of literature and I am sure I will be able to incorporate many themes of thought into this wonderful challenge. I am entranced with the beauty of Nature and all things natural and I am sure some of this will come out in my posts. This will go a long way to improving my blogging skills and this will help me with my gardening blog that I already sporadically keep up to date. I am positive this will add to my creative skills and unlock the hidden depths of my mind.